{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}
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❝ The recent string of murders? Yes I did. It’s hard not to notice that sort of thing when you’re dragged to every crime scene like The Ghost Whisperer. ❞
{ she had missed all of the pack members, even though she hadn’t been in touch with many of them. She had thought it would be awkward but she feels like she never even left. }
“Yep! You too, I’m guessing?”
{ something about beacon hills always drew her back in in the end… even if that was something that lydia had never wanted for herself. she offers malia a faint smile before rummaging through her purse. }
“ It wasn’t entirely voluntary. Scott can be very, very persuasive. – You want to go out for coffee? ”
{ malia hasn’t changed at all. her perfume has but it’s a nice scent that suits the gi– no… woman now. lydia will have to be reminding herself of that. }
“ Better than I was before college. – Are you back for the reunion? ”